“All right.”
Holding the device in my hands, I hurried to my bedroom. With no roof or real walls, the space offered a little more privacy than the kitchen only because of its size and location. The garden-rooms in Xavran’s home were large and spread out.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered in a tone that allowed no room for arguments.
Not that I wanted to argue, anyway. Tingles of anticipation rushed through me as I climbed onto the bed and placed the device in front of me.
“Now, lower the privacy shield.” He tipped his chin at the small control panel attached to one of the tree trunks that served as bed posts.
I pressed a button. The energy field descended over my bed in a dome. It was clear, almost invisible, except for a few pale, iridescent tendrils swirling through its surface every now and then. The shields descended automatically in case of rain or any other detectable threat from the sky. But they could also be lowered and adjusted manually if one so wished.
“Make it opaque,” Xavran instructed.
I slid a finger along a dial on the control panel. The air around me turned milky white, like a solid dome, enclosing me and the bed in a bubble that was completely sound and waterproof.
Xavran yanked at the closure of his neckline. The top of his sleeveless coveralls opened in the front, and he drew in a heavy breath as if struggling for air.
My gaze immediately went to the sliver of his bare chest visible in the opening. I caught myself wishing I could lick it.
“Show me.” His voice came out low and deep.
“Show you what?” I blinked innocently.
“Everything that I wish I could touch but can’t. Open your shirt for me. Please.” With the last word, his tone slid from commanding into pleading, filled with need.
I bit my lip, hiding a smile. So much for taking it slow. Just two weeks apart, and we could barely make it without each other. If it wasn’t for the physical distance between us, I would’ve jumped on him myself right then and there.
“Show me,” he begged.
I brought my hand up to the front of my shirt and opened the top button. I did it slowly because I needed some time to steady my breathing, but also because watching his gaze burn with need as he followed my every move was simply mesmerizing.
I opened another button, then another. Then I slid my hand inside my bra. My fingers brushed by the hard pebble of my nipple, sending a charge of arousal through me.
It’d been so long since a man made love to me. In the past months, I hadn’t even felt like touching myself, either wrecked by worries and fear or overwhelmed while adjusting to my new life.
I met Xavran’s eyes in the hologram, and the spark of desire inside me burst into flames, spurred on by his heated gaze.
He licked his lips, flicking his gaze to my hand. I fondled my breast still covered by the material of the shirt. All he could see would be the movement of the fabric, yet he didn’t look away.
“More,” he demanded in a raspy half-whisper. “Let me see more of you.”
With my other hand, I slid my shirt aside, then took the bra strap off my shoulder, tugging down the cup. My breast was now concealed only by my hand. I parted my fingers, letting the tip of my breast slip out between them. Then I pressed my fingers together, squeezing the nipple.
A swirl of arousal rushed through my belly down to my core. I tossed back my head, releasing a moan.
Cursing under his breath, Xavran yanked his coveralls open all the way. Whipping out his massive erection, he fisted it with a groan. His chiseled abs flexed as he inhaled slowly.
His heavy stare landed on my face again. “Take off your shirt. And the harness.”
The harness.
I smiled. That was the word for the undergarment that Aldraian women wore on their torsos. With them having considerably more breasts than humans, that piece of their wardrobe looked very different from our bra.
I “unharnessed” my two breasts, setting them free for his viewing pleasure.
“Nice,” he growled, looking extremely pleased. “Now tell me about all the ways you like being pleasured.”
Oh, God... His words had a stronger effect on me than my own touch, right now. The smile slipped off my face under his intense stare. Need pulsed through me.
“I... I’m afraid I can’t tell you that. You’ll have to come home and figure it out for yourself.”
I squeezed my breasts harder, pinching my nipples. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted Xavran’s large, calloused hands on my skin instead of my own.
His gaze roamed over my body, from my face to my chest, then down to my thighs, concealed by my skirt.
“Will you let me, Susanna? Will you let me touch you like that when I see you again?”
“Oh yes... Please.” I couldn’t hold back anymore. Slipping a hand under my skirt, I pressed it between my legs.
“Yesss,” he hissed, stroking himself. “Will you let me touch and kiss your breasts? When I get home in a week, will you let me suck on your nipples? Lick your sex? Will you let me inside you?”
I breathed hard, heat spreading through me in all the places he’d mentioned.
“Let me see where your hand is now,” he demanded.
I jerked my hand out from under my dress. But the throbbing heat between my legs demanded attention.
“Lift your skirt. Take off your underpants. Now.” He pumped his hand harder along his length. It glistened with moisture.
“Show me,” I asked in turn. “Show me what’s in your hand, first.”
Slowly, he unclenched his fist, revealing his magnificent dick to me in all its glory. He would give the guy in that sex-in-the-giant-flower video a run for his money. Honestly, Xavran could be a porn star himself. Lucky for me, this show was for my eyes only.
I leaned closer to the device, to get a better look.
“Those bumps... They leak when you press them?”
He circled one of the raised bumps on his shaft with his finger.
“It’s to ease my entry into your passage.” He pressed on one, allowing the clear liquid to escape. It coated the tip of his finger. He groaned, sucking in a breath through his teeth.
“Does it hurt when you do that?” I asked with sympathy.
“Normally, no. But I want you so much right now, everything hurts.” He released a tortured sound, fisting his massive dick again.
I imagined him shoving that thick, slick thing inside me. Heat throbbed stronger between my legs. Obviously, my body was all for the idea of that invasion. I couldn’t help a needy whimper.
“Oh, I think I know exactly how you feel.” I squirmed, slipping my hand back under my skirt.
Lust flared hot in his black eyes.
“Show me where I will enter you.” He circled his length with his fingers, thrusting his hips into his hand. When compressed, his bumps released more of the clear gel. I imagined them tugging at my opening as he slid inside me; his natural lubricant would make the glide nice and easy, despite his impressive size. I imagined stretching around him, wider and wider as he pushed deeper.
“Oh God...” I yanked up my skirt and shoved my panties down my legs.
“Open wider for me,” he growled from the hologram.